Victra Luminita Ducayne
@dulledfangs.bsky.social
“How does one understand a rapidly evolving world while remaining an unmoving, unliving thing?” (DCRP) (Penned by @digitalinkblot.bsky.social)
“You cannot begin to imagine the war between our Old Houses.
Cities laid to waste. Amber fields of ripe grain turned to ash, the earth salted. Totems lined with pure silver left as deterrents to make us sick. Live captives crucified with silver nails and left to meet the rising sun…”
Cities laid to waste. Amber fields of ripe grain turned to ash, the earth salted. Totems lined with pure silver left as deterrents to make us sick. Live captives crucified with silver nails and left to meet the rising sun…”
July 1, 2025 at 1:45 AM
“You cannot begin to imagine the war between our Old Houses.
Cities laid to waste. Amber fields of ripe grain turned to ash, the earth salted. Totems lined with pure silver left as deterrents to make us sick. Live captives crucified with silver nails and left to meet the rising sun…”
Cities laid to waste. Amber fields of ripe grain turned to ash, the earth salted. Totems lined with pure silver left as deterrents to make us sick. Live captives crucified with silver nails and left to meet the rising sun…”
June 20, 2025 at 3:12 AM
“We would return to Castle Delphinium under the full moon. We were bloodied, broken, yet victorious. Our high walls and parapets were always the refuge of the defeated and the lost.
Oh, to create something wonderful like that in a city such as Gotham.”
Oh, to create something wonderful like that in a city such as Gotham.”
January 5, 2025 at 6:26 PM
“We would return to Castle Delphinium under the full moon. We were bloodied, broken, yet victorious. Our high walls and parapets were always the refuge of the defeated and the lost.
Oh, to create something wonderful like that in a city such as Gotham.”
Oh, to create something wonderful like that in a city such as Gotham.”
“The memories of those times still come upon me in flashes, as moonbeams sifting through the windblown branches of trees.
War and war, time after time. Oft we came as liberators, oft conquerors, but never unjustly. That was who we were.”
War and war, time after time. Oft we came as liberators, oft conquerors, but never unjustly. That was who we were.”
January 5, 2025 at 5:21 PM
“The memories of those times still come upon me in flashes, as moonbeams sifting through the windblown branches of trees.
War and war, time after time. Oft we came as liberators, oft conquerors, but never unjustly. That was who we were.”
War and war, time after time. Oft we came as liberators, oft conquerors, but never unjustly. That was who we were.”
“For centuries I warred under banners for causes and peoples now gone from this life. They are now as much a part of the earth as the grasses that grow over their long-forgotten graves.
Yet still my red steel shines as the day it was forged in the blood of my mother, my father, and me.”
Yet still my red steel shines as the day it was forged in the blood of my mother, my father, and me.”
December 31, 2024 at 10:30 PM
“For centuries I warred under banners for causes and peoples now gone from this life. They are now as much a part of the earth as the grasses that grow over their long-forgotten graves.
Yet still my red steel shines as the day it was forged in the blood of my mother, my father, and me.”
Yet still my red steel shines as the day it was forged in the blood of my mother, my father, and me.”